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Post by Lilypool on Jun 11, 2012 19:48:28 GMT -6
( if anyone but zachary posts here, i'll skin them alive <3 )
lily lashed her tail at an apprentice, nagging at her about how she "squished him against the wall" as she pushed her way in the elder's den. letting out a faint hiss, the warrior growled, why don't you go play with you're fellow kits? as the apprentice wiggled out of the den, lily turned her attention to probably the eldest tom in the clan. redstorm. when she was an apprentice, she remembered admiring him greatly. he was one of the most amazing toms in the clan. sitting and wrapping her tail neatly around her paws, lily cleared her throat, hopefully drawing the elder's attention to herself. her bluish green eyes were closed, and lily was scared that if she opened them, she'd find redstorm staring at her, evaluating her, and finding her unfit to be in his den. a slight shiver went up her spine, and the she - cat opened one eye. hello, redstorm.
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Post by Redstorm on Jun 11, 2012 21:16:10 GMT -6
Redstorm let a light hiss escape him at the sound of Lilypool. He didn't know her, and wasn't in a good mood. Poor thing, she'd have to face his anger. He rested his head on his paws again, looking right into Lilypool's eye- Er, eye.
"What do you want, Warrior?" He growled. He referred to her as Warrior since he had no clue who she was. He was thankful Wildwind wasn't here right now, 'cause then he'd probably just jump off of the mountain. |
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Post by Lilypool on Jun 20, 2012 1:31:42 GMT -6
lilypool cleared her throat, and opened her other eye, looking directly into redstorm's eyes. the she - cat was slightly intimidated by what she saw, and she shrunk backward, just as a kit being scolded by it's mother would. sorry to bother you, the feline mewed, sounding more like a frightened apprentice than a senior warrior. i was bored and .. needed someone to talk to?
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Post by Redstorm on Jun 22, 2012 4:26:01 GMT -6
(..I forgot all about this xD)
Redstorm blinked, and rested his head on his paws again. "Do you know how many people come in this den just to talk? I think two since my time in here." He growled, closing his eyes. "Most people want a story, or just come in to quickly clean the nests. Might I add, most of the time those apprentices do an extremely poor job at cleaning my nest. If you have an apprentice, have them come some time. I haven't had a nice thing of bedding in a few quarter moons." Now he was just rambling, not that he really cared. If this she-cat wanted to talk, she'd listen.
"What is your name, young warrior?" He asked, opening one green eye.
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